I burst out laughing "Like you were not drooling over the football team photo in the school hallway a matter of weeks ago."

Her reaction was to elbow me in the ribs before she mumbled "Take it back, Drizella."

I cringed at her use of my full name. She knew that my name was one of my most guarded secrets and that I planned on keeping it that way until someone had to see my death certificate.

Drizella was a horrible reminder of my mother's fascination with the fairy-tale of Cinderella. Drizella was a painful reminder that she named me after the ugly wicked stepsister and not the heroine herself.

I would wring Lana's neck if she told another living soul my real name.

The sun was almost gone from the sky. The only acceptable time to go to the pier was at night. The colours were something that the Northern Lights would be envious of. At night was also the only time the hot dogs were sold. A reason itself to go was the food.

"So what am I meant to do while you go canoodling with Chase?" She asked and I did not miss the meaning behind her eyes.

She did not want me ditching so that I could go make out behind the cotton candy stall.

"We will not be canoodling." I delivered with a roll of my eyes "He is simply there so he can win me a massive teddy."

Her eyebrow raise was full of scepticism.

"I can not throw far enough with my short arms." I explained while waving my hands around in a Mexican wave motion.

"So you are not coming on the Ferris wheel with me then?" Her face was full of mischief as she said it.

She knew fair well that I would rather sell all my clothes, organs and all other possessions than go on that death trap that they called an amusement ride.

"No way!" I uttered in horror "I am not letting that thing go all Final Destination Three on my ass."

"The Ferris wheel is the slowest ride ever." She dragged out the syllables to taunt me while not hiding her amusement "And Final Destination Three is a rollercoaster. Not a metal wheel."

"Final Destination Six then." I sassed, trying not to turn green at the thought of going on "The new instalment starring yours truly."

Like a true best friend, she should have shown support and comforted me. She should have told me that I did not need to go on any rides if I felt uncomfortable. However, I felt like if we were not already at the pier then she would have been googling quotes from the wacky horror movie or making chicken noises.

The pier had the best ice cream parlour and the best mini amusement park in all of California. The lights from the rides lit up the now dark sky and the music was blaring from the speakers. The waves hit up on the wooden structure of the pier adding to the atmosphere of the place.